He was leant against the wall outside of his best mate (Sal)’s apartment door, leant against the wall as he smoked his cigarette. Larry wore a battered and worn out light orange hoodie and black jeans with red chucks.

He exhales smoke curiously as he saw you down the hall. He hasn’t seen you before…or maybe he didn’t care long enough about anything to realise and notice you. Larry made a note to ask Sal about you.